Trinket ✔️

CH1

"Trip"

2015~

The red carpet was all over the lobby of the hotel, which was well known in the region. The place itself spoke for its value and it was enough for the rich to come and visit but this time it was also booked for the students who were from the city's elite school.

Ivy moon was going back to her room after the field trip and she was tired since she was not habitual of walking with rich girls who always talked about their expensive and high quality handbags, makeup and how much time they spent over their dresses.

Ivy moon was a simple yet pretty girl with family values and save money using in-need type. Agatha Johns was another rich brat but she was not spoilt. she was a mature and limited girl, she did not believe in levels, she believes in equality. she was sharing the room with Ivy.

Suddenly a hand pulled her with full force and she was surprised to see him. Owen Carter Jacksonville, the young master of the palace where her father worked and she lived from her childhood. It was a surprise for her because she never personally talked to him and never even shared a glance. But to her surprise, it didn't seem like that and it was his first time with her, it was like he knew her for ages and they were in some sort of a relationship.

she was a touch me not flower, she never had been touched before so it was genuine that her eyes were a little moist and her tongue was twisting because it was her young master to whom she never met her eyes. But still, somehow she collected her courage and spoke "what are you doing?" these words didn't come out in a single go, it was more like she was trying her best to speak and make them loud.

As a playboy he didn't give a fcuk to her question and acted deaf. he continued dragging her to his room. the side wing of the hotel was a more private wing with penthouses and luxurious rooms so it was all quiet, a place where her pleads could not be heard by anyone.

Opening his room's door he swung her in, in a single swift motion while closing the door behind. Without wasting a single second he pushed her to the nearest wall and smashed his lips on hers. It was all shocking for her because he was a playboy, then he was her young master, she was not even his taste, and then how dare he? 'Those expensive rich high-quality curvy girls were his type.'

Her upbringing and ethics, everything was challenging her but it was too hard for her to push him, it felt like they were one now. his lips were not soft on hers, as if he was taking out his longing frustration, the kiss was very harsh, being the first kiss she never expected it to be like this. it was evident, he was just lusting over her pink lips which he wanted at any cost.

He squeezed her cheeks, blocking her air, deepening the kiss. It was very difficult for her to maintain her balance as now she was feeling every bit of her blood cell rushing through her brain to maintain the oxygen level. she started hitting him on his solid chest but it was of no use.

The nibbling on her lower lip was unbearable and she wanted to tear her lips and run as far as possible. But the young master also known as Owen Carter was not yet done playing with his Trinket. he wanted more and more giving her a single second to breathe her life back in, when he started kissing her again. Her eyes were full of tears, her cheeks were heating, her jaw was in pain, her heart was running and her mind was full of fear.

He was so desperate and well aware of the fact. since he saw her in his welcoming party standing beside her father he knew that he was not going to get bored and he didn't even need to call for any hoe for himself. Because my friend right in front of him was the girl standing who was definitely not his type but something was there which was causing the itch in his pants and what Owen Carter wanted he got.

In the lobby where he was searching for her and didn't find her, he desperately asked a random boy 'did you see Ivy Moon?' and to his luck he found her walking to her room on the next turn. He grabbed her hand and dragged her to his room. He was expecting voices, struggles but all he heard was "what are you doing?" it was a properly cracked sentence but still he continued doing his deeds. he knew girls like her always play innocent in the beginning but eventually fall for their act.

Ivy was struggling to get his grip loose but it was hard because the other hand was now going inside her top and she definitely didn't want that to happen. Now you can call it her luck or what, but his phone started ringing and he broke the kiss but didn't leave her hand. Picking his call, his eyes were on her miserable condition, her ruined face, her swelled lips.

"Yeah, man?"

"yeah I'll be there in a min." he cut the call looking at her, he took out a handcuff from the drawer which he was saving for the right moment, and cuffed her to the nearest thing possible in a position where she couldn't even sit.

He left the room giving a peck on her lips and she just stared insanely at him with her teary eyes. she still couldn't believe that he kissed her, cuffed her in his room, and left. she was continuously crying and trying to break the cuff but it was impossible, losing her hope she gave in and tried to sit but her hand was way up which made it impossible to get some rest. Sure it was not less than any punishment.

It was three in the morning and still no sign of him. she was cursing her lack of guts and confidence that why didn't she punch him or kick him or fought for her freedom, why did she let him do all those bad things to her? But she had no choice, waiting was the only option. Soon she fell asleep.

It was four in the morning when he came back to his room all drunk and bathed in the smell of smoke. he was not aware of what he did a few hours ago to an innocent girl and that girl was right in his room at some corner suffering from mental and physical pain.

He fell on his bed and all he saw was a sleeping face but he went to his dreamland without caring much. At 8:00 in the morning, Ivy moon woke up with serious pain in her left hand and she saw him sleeping peacefully on his bed with wild hairs and without his shirt on. It was a very painful view for her since she didn't want to experience anything bad again.

She waited for him to wake up, she saw her phone which had fallen from her pocket when she was flung inside the room and was not able to see or find throughout the night because it was facing down. But when her curious eyes met his, all her blood flushed back to its place, and her breath started to get uneven.

He remembered what he did last night to her and just by seeing her cuffed in his room with her dress lifted up, messy hairs, and swollen lips, he rose from his bed and went straight towards her, without giving her time to adjust or stand, he jerked her upward and smashed his lips on her again, like a hungry lion.

Like really this man was dancing in a hangover a few hours ago and now he was all active and lusting over some poor girl. she was not even feeling anything now because her hand was numb and her presence of mind too because this man wasn't just kissing rather eating her lips up.

Doing his bad sins for a few more mins he uncuffed her, she fell straight in his arms holding her left hand, where he was just staring at her and controlling himself for ripping her blouse open and biting her collarbone along with her perky boobs.

He opened his room door and asked her to leave. without wasting any further seconds she ran straight to her room breathing heavy and sobbing due to the pain.

Her room partner Agatha saw her unnatural self and asked her 'what happened?' but she couldn't tell her because he was her young master!